YOURE NOT A REAL GAMER TILL YOUR PLAYING MELEE ON A TUPPERWEAR CONTAINER WITH AN EXPOSED DISK AND THE CONTROLER JUST FUCKING MELTED INTO THE CONTAINER
you could take someones finger off with how fast that disk spins
as i board the short, 5 minute train ride I lug this and a huge bin about half my size containing all my gamecube games. people give me weird looks, which is a sign that they’re probably jealous of my sick portable gamecube.
the faint voice of someone yelling “ᴶᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃᶦᵗ ᵗᶦᶫᶫ ᵈᵒᶫᵖʰᶦᶰ ʳᵘᶰˢ ᵒᶰ ˢᵐᵃʳᵗ ᵖʰᵒᶰᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᶦᵈᶦᵒᵗ” from outside the train strikes a fiery dent in the otherwise comfy atmosphere, but I sit smug, knowing that my gamecube collection bin doubles as a leg rest, something your “smart phoniums” are incapable of.
my finger is then promptly sliced open by my copy of super smash brothers.
“You may live to see man-made horrors beyond your comprehension.”
